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100 days of softness → (80/100)

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Tarjei in public? Where?

Being happy at pride. :D

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happy happy happy

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Baby you’re sick, I want your love

Lady Gaga’s ‘Bad Romance’ x Hitchcock movies

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American Horror Story: Cult - Afraid

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I don’t know what possessed me. Something about those woods… made you lose control.

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A quick doodle of @danielhowell with lyrics from MCR. Definitely looked better before I added the white to the hair (REGRET). I feel like I’ve defiled his beauty. Oops.

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and that’s why friends should sleep in other beds, and friends shouldn’t kiss me like you do

commission for @hazyphil - thank you so much for the lovely idea :((

reblog, don’t repost!!

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Happy Birthday @danielhowell!

One year closer to death eh? :)

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♫ You are my peach, you are my plum You are my earth, you are my sun ♫

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Now if I keep my eyes closed he feels just like you..

Silence. Empty. Home? Seiger.

This is a poem a wrote after having gone to a party that I enjoyed incredibly but could never remember a thing from the night. I want to make a second part to it because this part aims particularly at the sex appeal of a party and there are so many focussing points I want to write about, this introduction will lead to how I feel when at a party: sexual. If you have any questions about my poetry feel free to message me, and message me with your thoughts too as I appreciate feedback and all critism😊 thanks and enjoy.

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I stobe in the night awaiting the warm melting egg brightens the day, I come back to confounded sheets and cuddle into the surrounding air, And I’m safe now.

But that night was the animal, My mind cannot count the alphabet of times I pressed against another, The river rushing over ‘my’ fabricated sleeve, Another full sin of glass bottle handed to my palm, Blacked out as my pants fade to hands that are stained stickiness skins, This deck is filled with piss and drink with crew mates who don’t know each other, They plead-force me into the middle or their forever sinking ship, Help! Help. Silence, Empty. Gone.

Awake: in the walls I rent I’m safe, But still all of their bodies buzz across my limbs, SMACK SWAT SMACK! They crawl against what I thought were virgins of my skin, I’m safe. He’s on my arm, I’m alone. She’s in my mouth, I’m okay. He’s pleasuring my back, I need them… He rapped around my fingers while she is thigh high to our WTC, I caress his cresent hair which perfectly fits the moon lighting his face, We slowly come towards each other admiring the glistening moon lit emeralds, His pearls attract my digger eyes into his leather wallet pockets, Though his pockets have more than simple leather but a much better prize to take in this animal, My warped fingers pull him to me to reduce the tension made, We collide into our explosive ecstasy, She is gone and he is the only thing I can’t remember but the only thing my mind will truly know I ran from, I’m home…?

- Part 1 (maybe) -